the sidewalk lies flat, waiting for the beat of footsteps.
the road waits for the roll of wheels
the lights wait for the opportunity to tell both the steppers and rollers when to go – and when to stop.
sometimes the steppers step onto the street. hopefully they are on the lookout for rollers.
the skies wait for gliders.
the rails wait for sliders.
And I wait for the sun, the best of all warmth providers.